saying. âNow Iâve got light and heat and someone to make sure Iâm still alive when I go off on one of my painting tangents and donât surface for days.â
âLike Mrs. Lazenby,â Martin said, and they laughed with guilty expressions.
âIâm sorry,â I said. âWhat are you talking about?â
âIf only I could speak with subtitles. Try to keep up this time, Blaine,â Martin said. He continued, using elaborate hand gestures. âMrs. Lazenby died, so obviously she didnât need the second floor of the town house. I wanted Blythe to move in, but she said the lighting sucked. Then the couple on the third floor agreed to switch apartments for a rent reduction, so now theyâre on the second, and Blythe will be on the third, with new skylights installed courtesy of Daniel.â
There was an angry humming in my ears, and I was certain I could not have heard him correctly. The town house he was talking about had been left to Daniel by an old friend, Ken Bruckner, whoâd died from AIDS a couple of years before. Iâd wanted to move there with Daniel, but he hadnât wanted to displace Martin, whoâd been Kenâs lover. Our compromise was Danielâs assurance that if his second- or third-floor tenants ever left, weâd take the first available floor and move out of our separate Hellâs Kitchen apartments to set up housekeeping together.
âThis was Danielâs idea?â I asked.
âIsnât it great?â Blythe asked.
âIt was a solution, yes,â I agreed. âIâm sorry; I have to run. Iâm late for a meeting thatâs long overdue.â
I let myself into Danielâs apartment, doing all the things I knew heâd love, including turning on the fountain and the lights of his patio garden and timing our meal of Thai lemon chicken just right so that when he walked in, I was lighting candles on the table.
âWhat a nice surprise,â he said, wrapping his arms around me. âI skipped lunch today because that idiot Jane-Therese kept blowing our scene. Recovery. Ha. She recovered from rehab faster than anyone Iâve ever known. Mmmm, you smell great. You showered at the gym?â
âYep,â I said. âJust get comfortable and let me serve you.â
âYou donât have to twist my arm,â Daniel said, grinning with his eyebrows raised. He sat at the table and watched while I poured wine. When he bit into the chicken, he made an appreciative noise and said, âThis is perfect.â
âGood,â I said, biting into my own chicken, which might as well have been shoe leather. âNow tell me about your day and the evil Jane-Therese.â
I laughed in all the appropriate places during his story, refilling his glass from time to time. When the first candle sputtered, he seemed to realize that heâd been doing all the talking.
âIâm sorry,â he said. âI didnât even ask about your day.â
âOh, you know, the usual. Iâm much more concerned about you.â
âConcerned? Why?â
âI heard the news, and I know how much it must have upset you. Itâs always hard to lose a little piece of your history.â
Daniel frowned, trying to figure out what I was talking about, but obviously enjoying the evening so much that he wasnât sure he wanted to go wherever sad place I was leading him.
âHistory?â he asked.
âI heard about poor Mrs. Lazenby,â I said. âI know how much you and Ken thought of her, so the loss must be hitting you hard.â He shifted, but before he could say anything, I went on. âPlease donât worry. Iâm not going to hound you about moving into her apartment together when youâre still reeling from the shock. Besides, Iâm not sure Iâm ready to do that.â
âYouâre not?â Daniel asked, trying to conceal his relief, which might have
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